Tre Savage and YoungBoy Never Broke Again - FYN

I ain't tryna play wit' you, my nigga
And make sure you cut that too, everything

I learn to eyeball from watchin' the way my mama cook
Hopin' I look over my shoulder 'fore writin' this hook
Cousin got booked for petty crimes, so now he labeled a crook
I'm shootin' at this bad bitch, a headset and a book
Colt 45 with a gin, I'm protected at home
Mama don't know what's in my head that's leading me wrong
Full of medication that purp' in that lean got me gone
Another person ain't go home, just another day wrong
Light up the blunt and fog the window, no jocin' in a minute
My daughter steady changing moods while I'm reversing the Bently
That's just a dream that I had while I'm counting these pennies
Hopin' my dreams, they reach the stars, up close and the inning
But fuck it, send that nigga lo' and let's get it to crackin'
He duck these bitches, he official, that comin' from Savage
I know she ratchet, that dirty bitch would set up her daddy
Follow the leader until them bitches inside a casket
I hope they never see your brother, his life on the line
Them niggas dissin' who be rappin' that spittin' them lies
Them niggas kill, I do no whackin', I just sit aside
Bitch, I'm a boss, this is no actin', bitch, it's number five
Shooting dice, playing with his life, finna gamble his mind
I ain't had no food inside the house, so they hand me a nine
I own this shit, a simple mouse, Pro Tools and some pine
I'm smokin' dope, smoke so thick, it'shakin in ridin'

Fuck you nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And all this shit inside this world
'Except my money and my diamonds, and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck with 'em, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas
Fuck you, nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And all this shit inside this world
'Except my money and my diamonds, and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck wit ya, them niggas bitches and they hoes, I don't trust niggas

Pop from out that ride and put that Glock between his eyes
Out of my motherfuckin' mind, I been a savage since a child
Look I'm a creature, I'm bout beefin' if you wanna slang some iron
I do lil Dirty Thirty, Thirty out the window front your mind
Droppin' on these, nigga wouldn't fuck wit me
I don't think these niggas really want to bang at all
I push you from the back with that strap when we let it clap
I'm talkin' bout all the way 'til we pullin' off
Look, made it from the bottom million dollars in the Goyard
Me and Ten will slang that choppa, ain't no stopping for them cop cars
I just wan' put money on top my daddy like Phat, nigga
My niggas in the back nigga wit' straps nigga I'm actin' nigga I'm wit' that
Let's do it 'cause I'm bout drama
Any bitch, savage life and you don't want no problems, can't stop us, huh
Got that .45 on top my couch and it's all camo, you won't try us

Fuck you, nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And all this shit inside this world
'Except my money and my diamonds, and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you, nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck with 'em, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas
Fuck you, nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And all this shit inside this world
'Except my money and my diamonds, and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you, nigga (fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck wit ya, them niggas bitches and they hoes, I don't trust niggas

Fuck you (fuck em')
Yup, let's get this money, nigga (you got it)
Yup, can't nobody do what I do and I be doing this shit
I just I be doing that shit (doing that shit)
I've been chasin' money for so long (oh)
R.I.P Pimp C
The don white, you got it nigga (from the bottom to the top)
Like father, like son
It's up and its stuck, it ain't never coming down (like father, like son)
Savage life, Trill 4 Life, 'til the wheel fall off

Written by:
Kentrell Gaulden, Kentray Young

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